Strangest Week Ever

I don't even know where to begin. It all started on Monday and just went into this huge downward spiral. Bea was just perfectly fine when I picked her up from daycare...just one hour later she was projectile puking everywhere. I think I even upset her more when I yelled to Josh, "Please come in here...I need your help please!" He was actually making us a nice dinner on the barby, which, by the time we sat down to eat it, it was ice cold. (It's really the thought that counted!) Josh thought Bea was choking on something so he started yelling at me "what's in her mouth, what did you give her?" so I am yelling back "nothing! I haven't given her anything!" Then after cleaning it all up, the conversation went something like this:

Jo: Can you believe the amount that came up?
Je: Nope.
Jo: Did she somehow get a hold of the feta cheese in the fridge?
Je: What are you talking about? I told you I didn't give her anything.
Jo: You didn't give her anything?
Je: No.
Jo: It looked like there were chunks of feta cheese and sort of smelled like it, too.
Je: I agree, but no, she didn't get a hold of any cheese.
Jo: That's weird.
Je: Yes, it is. And rather disgusting considering that the milk was...(I won't finish this as I feel like vomiting just writing it down)

Anyway, we just thought it was one of those random throw up moments in our child's life. So, fools that we are, decided to forge ahead and give her some more milk that evening and little did we know, we unleashed the worlds largest vomiting session ever. Yes, dears, I will not share too many details but will tell you that house stunk for over one day until I finally decided to clear out the fancy rug. All I can say is thank god for hardwood floors and leather sofas. Not sure what we would do if we had cloth couches and carpet.

This was Monday.

On Tuesday morning, after giving the kid pedialyte for over 12 hours, she seemed totally fine. I gave her some milk. Bad decision, mommy. She still seemed fine so I was off to go to work and drop the little one off at daycare. I knock on the door. Knock again. Look at Bea and she does not look good. The vomit was once again being unleashed, and all over me. Yes, in my hair, all over my jacket, on my legs and feet, and on my sandals. And at that moment, I said "looks like you'll be staying home today." So, thankfully, no one at daycare saw it happen when it did. As we are pulling away, I call Josh on his cell and tell him to call them to let them know that 1) She will not be coming in and 2) That I feel terrible about the "present" outside their front door. Oh gosh did I feel terrible!!!!

When we got home, it was indeed bath time. What could really go wrong with this? She loves the water and loves her baths. Let's just say that I left her in there about one minute too long. Yeah, she pooped, and there was no way I could stop her. No, it wasn't fun cleaning it up. Yeah, I almost puked myself when I cleaned it up.

Cut to the afternoon when I take her to the doctor. All goes well there and I just want to get us home. What happens next? Mommy rear ends super nice lady. Fortunately, the lady was super kind, and gave me a hug. There was no damage, but I gave her all of my information anyway. Bea slept the whole time, so hopefully she doesn't even know it happened. At this point in the day, I just wanted it to be the next day.

Wednesday.

She goes to daycare and seems fine to me, but we are not to give her any milk. About 12ish I get a call from her daycare saying she had been crying for 3 hours and yelling for her "buh buh." I say, "Give her milk." After all, it has been over 24 hours since she had some, so it should be ok. Well, I guess she drank the whole thing, and fell asleep. 45 minutes later she was screaming in the midst of that whole bottle coming back up. I go pick her up from daycare.

Today.

Josh is at home with the little lovey, who only slept about 4 - 5 hours last night because she was so restless. I am glad to be off parenting duty for a day, but I do miss her. In spite of all of the "incidents" I feel like we had some major bonding time. When I left this morning she was crying...Even if I am completely wrong, I like to think that she really just wants her mommy.